“I’d never complain.” Buck laughed. “Do you think if it’s really haunted we could just get Rocko and his undead bestie to clear it out for us?” He asked, referring to Rocko’s accidental ghostly attachment of Claire’s lingering dead ex. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Sounds good. Maybe we can go pick up dinner on the way back, fuel up for tonight. We gotta make our time count and my dads will be home tomorrow afternoon.” Buck nodded with a grin. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Magdalena St. Patrick, or at least that was her given name from the nuns of The Basilica of St. Patrick’s cathedral. She was abandoned on the doorstep, just like in any sad movie. She wasn’t a baby, not fully, she was a little girl about four or five. She was sitting on the stone steps by the giant door, her skin was smooth though a pale seafoam green. There was a tangled mess of snakes atop her head, docile and relaxed as Magda didn’t seem afraid, but relieved to have been found. The nuns were horrified and afraid after they realized it wasn’t really good makeup. Some fled the church, transferred somewhere else. But remaining, called upon God, felt a maternal obligation to the snake girl.
When she was found, she was wearing a little pink dress, with frills and a bow on the front. There was a yellow raincoat over her shoulders, and she sank into big blue rain boots. Magda had a backpack that looked like a tiger, inside of it was a little translucent pencil box. It was blue but still see through, it had a few random items in it. A loose pair of pearl earrings, real pearls, a good size too. There was also a thimble, small and silver like any other, though there was wet and flat cigarette ashes packed at the bottom. A couple of loose butterscotch candies, a couple of empty wrappers that implied Magda may have eaten a few already. Lastly was an inhaler, and a photo. It was the kind you get out of a photo booth, there were probably at least three other pictures attached to it but it was torn, badly, as the two other figures in the photo were headless and obscured. The ink was smeared as well, as though it had been touched and smudged before the ink had time to dry. But there was a little girl in frame that wasn’t obscured. She shared the same characteristics as Magda, a small and round face with a pointed chin.
The photo was black and white, but the little girl appeared to be of African lineage with dark skin and springy and textured curls that were pulled into two pom poms on her head. This must've been what Magda looked like before, at least that’s what the church assumed. There was no telling what afflicted her, causing her to look this way though it was apparent her appearance was what led her to be abandoned. Some old texts and lore suggest a curse, Magda being punished by being turned into a snake like monster. But the nuns never saw her as a monster, just a well meaning little girl. The entire time in their care, she minded them well and followed the rules set for her. She stayed hidden in her room until after church hours, she read her bible and knew her scriptures. While separated from the general population, she even attended mass, just in seclusion.
The older she got, not much changed. The nuns observed that the snakes did not grow with Magda, they did not shed and they did not seem to need to eat. They only reacted based on Magda’s reactions, if she awoke with a start from a nightmare, they all rose to attention; hissing around her head. If she was upset, they would snap violently at the air around her and people who tried to touch her. The nuns hoped they would just fall off one day, but they never did. It didn’t seem to impede on the type of girl Magda was growing into though. She was still mild mannered and polite, but with the [i]shift[\i] in New York’s demographic, came a curiosity. From the high stained glass windows, Magda could observe people outside who had wings or horns, some with large teeth that protruded from their mouths and some who had magic sigils on their faces. Magda didn’t think she was the strangest one out there anymore.
The curiosity came just in time, Magda had completed her general education with the church as the nuns homeschooled her (mostly, obviously no dinosaurs). As a young woman, she was ready to emerge on the world and make a life for herself. While she still went to church often, at least every Sunday, she got an apartment in the city and a job as well. It wasn’t anything very fancy, just a diner but Magda was earnest and hardworking. Often she was the first one there in the morning and the last to leave at night, it was just so exhilarating to be anywhere outside of the church. While she still got stares and rude remarks, she was mostly unphased. Every morning, she put in her pearl earrings, clicked her golden cross around her neck, and suited up into her pink waitress uniform and never felt more confident (or more cute).
Magda was a girly girl, which was hard to fully be around nuns, what with vanity and all. But once on her own, she excitedly spent her extra money on makeup and cute outfits, she seldom left her apartment without a bright lipstick and mascara. And a lot of her free nights off she spent watching romantic comedies while trying on clothes or playing with makeup. Her apartment was very much stuck in the past with ugly wallpaper and furnishings, lots of pink and faux furs and shag rugs. But it was Magda’s and she loved her new life with all her heart.
Today was supposed to be her day off, but the owner of the diner called her in to see if she could pick up a shift for a girl who had to leave home early. It was a fellow waitress Magda liked, though she would’ve taken it no matter what. This waitress was heavily pregnant and Magda suspected she would be filling in a lot, may as well start now. She suited up once again in her pink waitressing uniform, it was a dress with white collar. It buttoned from the top to the bottom in the front and the buttons were a bright, cherry red. There were aprons at the diner and she was welcome to them but serve staff was welcome to bring their own aprons too as long as they were work appropriate. Magda always wore her own white apron, it wasn’t a full apron, it just tied around the waist; accentuating her hips, though they weren’t very wide. It had frills and two pockets that she had sewn in herself. She would finish the look with a cute pair of heels, little red pumps. While most of the waitresses wore non-slip shoes, Magda thrived in her heels and celebrated everyday she could wear them. It was frowned upon by the owner, but she handled herself well in heels and the customers seemed to like it, so Magda got away with it.
She hurried in through the back, shrugging off a long jacket and hanging it up by the punch clock before stamping her card. Grabbing a notebook and pen, she headed to the floor quickly.
“I’m here! Tell Katie she can go home now, I got her tables!” Magda called as she saw the owner, Mike, taking a few orders himself. He nodded in acknowledgment, he probably uttered a ‘thank you.’
Buck hardly ever considered his childhood "strange" or "strained", but in reality, that was exactly what it was. He was born right before the big shift, where all the existence of otherworldly beings finally came to light. He could remember a time when he was small when he wasn't allowed to leave his family's home in the woods, or the Maniac compound when he went to stay with his father. Whenever they did allow him to go out, it was either under the guise of a glamor or hats that covered his ears (he didn't have to worry about horns yet) and long sleeved shirts to hide his furry little shoulders and white spots. But then, quite suddenly, his world, as well as everyone else's was shifted when the diverted supernatural apocalypse let the cat out of the bag so to speak.
His family took baby steps for his safety of course, but Buck was suddenly allowed more freedoms and spent the rest of his youth more or less in a normal manner, though there were still certainly some differences.
Today, Buck was allowed that same "mostly" normal life by the way of freely wandering the streets of New York City without it being too strange. He'd even gotten a day job working at a music store just a small commute from where he and Ezra lived, which was where he was coming from when he headed to a diner he and Ezra had been wanting to try out due to its close proximity to their digs.
He was texting Ezra, asking him what he wanted to pick up for him, when he entered the restaurant. He had to duck to avoid his antlers from hitting the doorframe, but he had to do that everywhere so he hardly missed a step.
Buck was tall and quite handsome, definitely a good blend of both of his parents, even Amulius had jokingly made it into the mix with Buck's out of place height. His hair was a bright orange, just like his dad and grandfather, though there were hints of soft browns in his waves. His skin was fair much like both of his parents, but was kissed with freckles from his time sprawling on the floor just under the wide windows in his and Ezra's converted warehouse apartment. His eyes were a honeyed brown with a lazy tilt to it that made him look dreamy, often, jokingly teased as looking "doe eyed". It didn't help that his eyes were lined with pale brown lashes that despite being so light were clearly full.
He caught plenty of attention as he entered, though whether it was his dashing good looks or his antlers, he wasn't sure, nor did he care. He was there for food.
He approached the counter and plopped down at a seat to wait for a server to approach him. He hoped that Ezra would get back to him quickly or he'd just have to pick something for him. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Magda had just finished at a table when she saw someone sit at the bar. He was tall and had antlers protruding from his head that made him that much taller. Magda smiled, always excited to see another supernatural being out in daylight. She hurried over, her heels clicking on the tile as she did so.
“Hello,” She greeted politely in a sing-song tone, pulling out her notepad and opening it with the flick of her wrist. “Are you here for pick up or are you eating at the bar?” She asked with a smile.
Magda was pretty friendly and charismatic in spite of her looks, what with literal snakes on her head. She talked to strangers (and regulars) all day and though sometimes she had to fake it with polite service smiles and tones. Overall she was pretty friendly and happy to engage with people.
“I’m ordering to g-“ Buck stopped mid sentence when he looked up to see the girl taking his order. At first, he was surprised admittedly by her peculiar green skin and snake curled hair, but then he was taken aback by how cute she was. His lips curled into a smile. “Uh...hi.” He greeted. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Magda continued to smile politely, she noted the man’s shift and just assumed it was friendly. Maybe he was happy to see someone so outwardly different too?
“Hi, again.” She giggled a little since she had already said hello. “What can I get started for you? Did you want to hear the specials?” She asked.
Magda sort of gasped, surprised and flattered briefly, before pursing her red lips in annoyance. She hadn’t ever been flirted with before, so it was a little nice in a way. But, she was on the clock and a good God fearing snake person. No nonsense. Her cheeks didn’t flush the way other peoples cheeks might, on her pale green skin, the skin heated to a sort of blue color. But blushing is pretty apparent no matter your skin color.
“Now I’ll have none of that, I’ll take your order but you better straighten up!” She warned, not afraid to scold the patron.
Buck blinked, a look of surprise overtaking his cheeky grin. He’d hardly ever been turned down by anyone. However the look was short lived as a burst of laughter accompanied a returning grin.
“Sorry, sorry. That was too much, huh?” _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Not even a little?” Buck asked, still not quite getting it. “It’s okay if you can’t talk on the job. What time are you off? I can ask you out again then if you want.” _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Buck's smile faded then and wasn't swift to return like before.
She was serious and more than that, whether she knew it or not, she had hit the nail on the head. He hadn't been told no very often, certainly not often enough for it to gnaw at his confidence in any way. But he couldn't say that. That would be embarrassing.
"Oh...uh...I thought you were playing hard to get or something." He admitted, a bit sheepish. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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